He tucks them in.
And then he prays.
With them if it’s bedtime; for them if he comes in late after a ballgame or a long day in the field.
Each and every night, my children can count on their Daddy’s prayers.
They think he’s a Superhero.
So do I.
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Oh what a blessing. How wonderful to know one’s father is praying for them.
Sounds perfect!
Beautiful. I can only hope for a similar life of faith when (if? *fingers crossed*) we have babies.
That is definitely something to be grateful for! A godly husband!